The person you should be dating is the one that is totally cool with you being OCD about your cats, or your bizarro sandwiches, or your obsession with the Real Housewives, or whatever.
Because guess what? Everyone’s fucking weird! That guy or girl you’re lusting after probably goes home at night and irons their underwear. Or watches Labyrinth on a loop while they work out because David Bowie is their god. Or picks all the clover-shaped marshmallows out of their Lucky Charms because they’re convinced they’re unlucky. Or WHATEVER. Even the most “out there” people I know have found someone that loves them for them, whether it’s friends, or a significant other, or in many cases, both. That’s what we should be looking for in companions in our twenties. Someone who checks out our freak flag, tilts his/her head, admires fondly, and then proudly raises their own freak flag to full mast.
THIS. So much this.
